The storm came abruptly and swiftly, like a cold blade scraping across one's face.
"People were saying the most terrifying thing was about to happen."
The essence of the matter was a confrontation between royal and divine powers.
Throughout the first half of the year, this land had been soaked in prolonged rain. It had barely welcomed clear skies, with sunlight spreading its warmth and comfort, softening the bones of those basking in it. The carpenter had moved the nearly rotted wood out of the dark, damp shack for drying, and the farmers were doing all they could to restore production...
Yet such days didn't last but a few before it was as if thunder had roared overhead, as if a deep, icy rain enveloped the land.
It was punishment from the All Gods!
The Black Iron King had brutally slain a devout worshiper of the All Gods within Black Castle. The identity of the believer was irrelevant, but the Order of the All Gods could not tolerate such a massacre.
